leaning forward slightly.

eyes closed.

torso hurting.

heart starts beating hard.

body moves with each thump.

back slightly. to your original position. back slightly. to your original position.

ever wonder what exhaustion feels like.

thump.

the ac unit smelled, so it isnt on. the windows havent been opened. the heat gathers because you are on the top floor.

and heat rises.

shirt sticking to your back.

my watch got fixed this week. i had this sort of irrational fear, after i found out it was fixed, that they replaced my watch band. the watch band is old and coming apart, i have to sometimes slip the innards back in.

i love my watch yo.

they didnt replace the watch band.

bought two cds today.

right now im listening to nina simone.

she sings this one song, strange fruit:

southern trees bearing strange fruit. blood on the leaves, and blood at the roots. black bodies swinging in the southern breeze. strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. pastoral scene of the gallant south. big bulging eyes and a twisted mouth. scent of magnolia clean and fresh. then the sudden smell of burning flesh. here is the fruit for the crows to pluck, for the rain to gather, for the wind to suck, for the sun to rot, for the leaves to drop. here is strange and bitter crop.

bout the lynchings in the south.

if yall ever get the chance, listen to it.